Because of the early arrival, there are actually patients in Fushengtang at this time, but there are already the last two patients left.

Two patients, An Yao and Zhao Chengwen, one was diagnosed and treated.

The patient in front of Zhao Chengwen was a fat man in his forties, the fat man wore a watch on his wrist, and Zhao Chengwen also had a leather bag next to the treatment table, and a brand-new mobile phone was placed on the leather bag.

The leather bag is fat, and the phone is fat.

The fat man's dress, coupled with the leather bag and mobile phone on the side, can be said to reveal two words from top to bottom - arrogant.

gives people the feeling that they are nouveau riche at a glance.

After the fat man sat down, Zhao Chengwen began to ask: "Where is it uncomfortable?" ”

"Neck."

The fat man looked a little uncomfortable, but in fact, everyone on the side could see it clearly, and the fat man's neck looked a little swollen.

"I'll see."

Zhao Chengwen got up, bent down to check, and reached out to touch, as soon as he reached out to touch it, the fat man screamed in pain.

"Don't touch, don't touch, can you see a doctor?"

Zhao Chengwen retracted his hand, sat down again, and asked, "Besides the neck, what else is uncomfortable?" ”

"My throat hurts, I can't drink water, and it hurts a lot when I drink water." The fat man said.

"How's the diet?"

Zhao Chengwen continued to ask.

"I have a good appetite, and I have a big fish and meat."

The fat man said arrogantly: "I have also seen doctors before, and they all said that I eat meat, so I am surprised, can't I eat meat, I have to eat vegetables?" ”

Hearing the fat man say this, Fang Yan gently walked to Zhao Chengwen's side and touched Zhao Chengwen, Zhao Chengwen got up very interestingly.

Fang Yan sat down in Zhao Chengwen's position: "Come, stretch out your arm, I'll feel the pulse." ”

"It's Dr. Fang."

The fat man saw that it was Fang Yan and said with a smile: "Doctor Fang, I came here for your fame." ”

"Hmm."

Fang Yan nodded and knocked on the table again: "Put your arm up." ”

The fat man stretched out his arm and put his wrist on the pulse pillow, Fang Yan put his fingers on the fat man's wrist, closed his eyes, and began to feel the pulse.

"Brother Fang is going to be a demon again."

On the edge of the medicine cabinet, Zhang Yueyue, who saw this scene, couldn't help but smile and said to Lin Wan'er.

The two of them have been coming to Fushengtang for a while, and the other party can be regarded as understanding.

With Fang Yan's level, where does he need to be so serious in diagnosing the pulse, he still closed his eyes, and seemed to be concentrated, obviously, what did Fang Yan think.

From Fang Yan just walking over and asking Zhao Chengwen to get up, Zhang Yueyue and Lin Wan'er guessed that Fang Yan must have seen something.

"Uh-huh."

Lin Wan'er nodded, and both of them looked at Fang Yan.

They like to chat with Fang Yan, and every day they see Fang Yan happily calling Brother Fang, on the one hand, because Fang Yan has no fight, and on the other hand, because Fang Yan is sometimes serious and funny, which is really interesting.

"Shhh

Fang Yan touched it for five or six minutes, then opened his eyes, let go of his wrist, and took a breath to look at the fat man: "The other hand." ”

Seeing Fang Yan's scene, the face of the fat man, who was still very arrogant just now, had changed a little, and he had obviously become a lot more honest than just now.

Fang ...... Dr. Fang, I'm fine........ You okay? ”

When he asked, the fat man's voice trembled a little.

It is said that they are not afraid of Western medicine smiling and grinning, but they are afraid of Chinese medicine with low eyebrows and eyes.

Fang Yan was so solemn that he asked him to change his hand, which scared the fat man a lot.

The fat man was able to come to Fushengtang, it was indeed for the fame of Fushengtang, Fang Yan's fame gradually spread during this period of time, it can't be said that everyone knows Fang Yan, but most of the patients who can come to Fushengtang know who has the highest level in Fushengtang.

Zhao Chengwen and An Yao, who often sit in Fushengtang, are not low, and the patients who have come to Fushengtang are very recognized, and Fang Yan is recognized as the highest level of Fushengtang.

Now Fang Yan's expression, how can it not be scary?

"The other arm." Fang Yan continued.

The fat man trembled and stretched out his other arm, put his arm on the pulse pillow, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and began to take the pulse, and at the same time closed his eyes again, with a concentrated expression.

"It seems that the illness is not light."

"Yes, Senior Fang Yan's expression should be very serious."

There was a medical student from the University of Chinese Medicine watching at the door whispering.

Fang Yan's level is very clear to the students of the University of Chinese Medicine, and the level of senior Fang Yan is higher than that of many chief physicians.

Senior Fang Yan's expression, this disease must be quite tricky.

"Looks serious, huh?"

Gao Yaohui and the others also looked at Fang Yan's pulse, almost the same idea.

"Well, Fang Yan's level is very high, Fang Yan is like this, it seems tricky." Li Shaopeng nodded.

After about another five or six minutes, Fang Yan opened his eyes again, let go of his wrist, and sighed.

The fat man's heart followed Fang Yan's sigh, and it sank down.

"I can't cure your disease, let's go and see it somewhere else."

Fang Yan was silent for a minute before he slowly spoke.

At this moment, even Zhang Yueyue and Lin Wan'er didn't know whether it was true or not, and Zhao Chengwen, who was standing on the side, frowned.

Could it be that I really didn't see anything just now?

In fact, when Fang Yan asked Zhao Chengwen to get up just now, Zhao Chengwen was a little puzzled.

Through examination and inquiry, Zhao Chengwen had some judgment on the fat man's situation, and there was only one thing left to diagnose the pulse, and then he was caught up by Fang Yan.

Fang ...... Don't scare me, Dr. Fang. ”

The fat man's face turned pale and he stammered.

"Everyone says that Fushengtang is good at seeing a doctor, and Doctor Fang, your level is also high, you can't help it, so I'm not finished?"

As he spoke, the fat man's voice seemed to have a slight cry.

This Nima, Fang Yan's meaning is almost no different from whom's sentence "Go back and prepare for the future" in the fat man's opinion.

If Zhao Chengwen said this, the fat man might not be so afraid, and he might even scold, but this was said by Fang Yan, and the fat man wouldn't dare, he was really scared.

"Hey......"

Fang Yan sighed and shook his head.

"Doctor Fang, you ...... Just say, how long do I have left? ”

Saying that, the fat man took a deep breath: "You tell me directly, I can stand it." ”

Fang Yan said slowly: "Traditional Chinese medicine generally has six incurables, and you belong to one of the six incurables, so I can't help it, you can go back." ”

Hearing Fang Yan say that the six would not be cured, Zhao Chengwen on the side suddenly realized.

He understood.

"Six incurable, what six incurable?"

"Do we have six incurables in Chinese medicine?"

A few medical students on the side whispered, and they couldn't think of what the six incurables were for a while.

"Six incurable?"

Li Shaopeng said: "Do we still have this saying in traditional Chinese medicine? ”

"Bian Queli's six incurable?" A female classmate said uncertainly.